We Bleed Maroon Granger Smith
Capo on 2nd Fret
There's a pl[D]ace in my heart, a sp[Bm]irit ne'er be told.
A little to[A]wn on the Brazos, a little ri[G]ng made of gold.
I ca[D]rry it with me, where[Bm]ver I go, j[A]ust to remember the ti[G]mes.
We lea[D]rned some from books, and a wh[Bm]ole lot from livin'.
And w[A]e etched our names on the wo[G]od at the Chicken.
I st[D]ill hear the sound of s[Bm]purs on the concrete.
And t[A]hat ol' train whistle blowin[G]g through the trees.[A]
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So put a pe[G]nny on ol' Su[D]lly, and w[A]ish me some l[D]uck.
And ye[G]ll farmers fi[D]ght when our b[A]oys are backed up.
Throw your ar[G]ms around each[D] other and si[A]ng Hullab[Bm]aloo.
Cause th[G]at's what we [D]do when [A]we bleed mar[D]oon.
Mid[D]night at Duncan, they st[Bm]ill light the torches.
And Reve[A]ille still barks at the C[G]av on their horses.
I've se[D]en 80,000 to the p[Bm]ower of 12.
[A]It doesn't matter who comes to town, we st[G]ill give them hell.
And I was th[D]ere at the stack on Novem[Bm]ber 18th.
With lo[A]gs on the ground I fell do[G]wn on my knees.
But w[D]e would not forget the [Bm]12 that we lost.
So w[A]e carved their names right th[G]ere in the rock.[A]
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And th[D]ere late at night if I lis[Bm]ten real close.
The spi[A]rit still whispers through the cro[G]oked live oaks.
And [D]I hear my father and h[Bm]is dad before.
And a[A]ll those brave Aggies that never ca[G]me back from war.[A]
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And say 'he[G]re' for me at mus[D]ter when m[A]y time comes t[Bm]oo.
cause th[G]at's what we d[D]o when w[A]e bleed mar[D]oon.
Yeah, th[G]at's what we d[D]o when w[A]e bleed mar[D]oon...
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(Thanks to Ryan Hutson for tabs)
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